Usta!

I have a fat bottom lip. I didn’t even get beaten up! It’s just naturally a tad bit plump. This is the lip I can flip over to make an extra-cheesy frowny face or my favorite funny face where I put my tongue up so it looks like I have two huge lips. On the inside of it there is a small area that’s not exactly a scar, but is kind of tender from years of curving it over my teeth to play clarinet and sax. It’s a little bit chapped as it always is in Utah. This is the one I bite on a little bit when I am thinking really hard about something or trying not to smile too much. This lip is great for doing some of my favorite things, like drinking out of straws . . . (Daddy, close your eyes for the rest of this sentence) and kissing boys. Tee hee. Blush.

My bottom lip is a blessing.